New Ulm weekly review., 1887-10-19
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They did hurry on to the heaven 81 a
pretty bijou cottage in red brick
and stone gables, standing among
laurels in its own grounds, and q
stones throw from the sea. into which
there jhtted a boat pier, with a boat at
the end Of it. The two ladies disap-
peared through the green gate, but
Castor managed to catch a Parthian
glance OF pair of very bright
sapphire blue eyes; while Pollux
was saluted with q series OF
barks, the poodle, who, now believ-
ing himself at home and safe from ter
riers, struggled violently in his mis-
tress' arms IN the vain pretense of de-:
string to annihilate them both at
once.
"a doosid neat little crib" observ.
ed Pollux, staring at the bow wins
dow. "Just the kind OF a little box.
one would like to dawdle away asum-
mer in, if one had $4,000 g. year, in
stead of only 1000 farthings.'
Eyes, and with those two eyes to
rival the pillows, I" mused Castor, who
was sentimental, comparatively speak
II should think now," continued
Pollux, "that it would not be unseem-
sly to knock at the door and inquire if
Mr.. Smith lives here? That would
tell us who the charmer is, at all
events
Capital! Let us enter forthwith,
But when the two young men knock
ed and rang the bell, they became
aware, to their surprise, of a
great commotion within. There
was q noise of a. chain being put
across the door, a hurrying OF feet,
and a clatter Of tire-irons, and above
all the din the poodle barked furious
ly.
"Of6cers!' some one cried in an
angry voice. son no account let
them in.'
A window above the porch was now
thrown up, and an elderly man with
a very long face and very white whis-
kers desired the young mon to be
gone.
''Does Mr.. Smith live here, sir?'' in
quired Pollux, with his best and
most courteous manner.
mo. sir, he does not. This is lu.
natic asylum, and I am a mad doc
tor. II you value your liberty you
will be gone. Nc one is allowed to
enter here, and especially no-faugh!-
soldiers"
"Is the young lady patient we
just saw go in?" asked Castor, sur
prised.
eyes, sir, she is. Mad as a halter.
Homicidal mania. Don't you ever at
tempt to speak to her, or she may cut
your throat. Carries carving knife
In her muff. Here, John, show these
hum gentlemen out"
The window went down with bang,
and a tall footman, coming round from
the rear OF the house, politely escorted
the officers to the gate.
81 say, john" quoth Pollux, twid-
ding q sovereign between the fingers of
his lavender kids, s'who's that old
bloke, eh?''
John regarded the gold attentively
with one eye. "That's Mr.. Landon,
hisself. Horful rich, but vulgar. He's
made his money in trade, you see, so
you must excuse him."
"And the girl, John; what about the
young lady?" asked Castor excitedly.
'That's our daughter, namiable
but 'aughty young CONAN. No fol.
lowers allowed, said John significant
ly. Especially the milingtary."
'But why, John, wny?"
"Can't say, sir. I'm sure. only
state Jacks. Now, sir, must 60 back.
II Mr.. Landon was to see me, I'd lose
my place. Thank you, sir, thank you;
very sorry, but must lock the gate, !"
which he did.
And they were locked out on the
dusty road forthwith.
As Castor pensively turned home
wards he saw something white, like a
handkerchief, wave froma top wind ow.
His spirits rose with bound, and,
singular enough, he never mentioned
the circumstance to his dear friend
Pollux.
All! If he had but known that this
was only a frisky freak ofMiss Wizard,
the duenna, into whose head there
suddenly came a phantasy OF a dis
treSsed damsel in q turret and of two
young knights attempting her rescue.
The circumstances, however, was
enough to fan the spark-the bolt
from the blue-in Castor's bosom to q
flame. while, as for his friend, he
walked on, wrapt in contemplation OF
Johns allusion to Mr.. Landon's
wealth and "wulgarity."
Next day, and next day, and the
next, the two friends strolled down to
Marine Villa, and smoked many cigars
on the little pier, but to no purpose
No one came out of the little green
gate, and no one went in; nevertheless
they enjoyed beautiful view OF the
draWing.room windows.
cts not satisfying, you know"
said Castor, t'but it is better than
nothing, seeing where she is
Il tell you what, my dear fellow" !"
said Pollux; this can't 60 on nohow.
must have money, for the duns are
all Gown on me in shoals, and my re-
spected progenitor IS in the same fix